#congrats in gettin to the end!!!!

[chaotichyperfixations]

Hello hi, today im here to rant about my forknights!! uh, everythings under the cut if your interested!!!

First of all, Jeremy Asiago!

Hes a nervous, cowardly guy whos doing his best! You may be wondering, why become a knight if your.. well, a coward. Its because his father practically guilt-tripped and pressured him into it. “You come from a long line of heroes, your brothers already so successful, why dont you follow in your ancestors tracks? Make this family proud.”

Moving away from flaws and such, hes a good guy! Also decently strong- hes pretty cool once you get to know him!

NEXT UP! Jerry Asiago!

Jeremys big brother; hes much more extroverted, energetic, and charismatic. Also a bit more egotistical and doesnt really know when to quit. He joined without anyone elses urging and is a star knight. Maybe even the best. He is also pretty cool, but can be insensitive. He loves Jeremy dearly and constantly tries to help and protect him.

Last but not least, Reynold Muenster!

He is condescending, insensitive, and kind of an asshole. Oh, have I mentioned hes actually a ghost? He is Jeremy and Jerrys grandpa, and he died saving citizens and such from a raging fire. I actually havent fully finished his lore and stuff, but im working on it!

oh i forgot his good traits! Fearless, strong, skilled, and clever. He was a very good knight, just like Jerry; Hell, maybe even better.

[foli-vora]

congrats on 3k!! Not sure if you're still doing this, but can I request something smutty with agent whiskey with the prompt "can we go home yet?"

Thank you for the request, my sweet! I'm so sorry for the time it took to get around to it, but I hope you enjoy! ❤️

errands

jack daniels x f!reader

word count: 1.7k warnings: i love him sm, sweet husband jack will give you everything, jack being a sexy menace, semi public/parking lot activities, swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY: what's a domesticity kink called? idk, whatever it is we've got that. fingering, orgasm denial, can't not use this gif lmao

The familiar churning of warmth in the pit of your stomach has followed you relentlessly throughout the day, despite you leaving your shared bed much later than socially acceptable after a long morning lost in Jack’s hold. There’s a gentle ache between your thighs from his dedicated efforts, the feeling never once letting your mind wander from the way he unravelled every part of your body and soul over and over.

And this? This wasn’t helping.

The confidence he oozed striding through the hardware store, knowing exactly what he wanted and where he would get it. The way he would ramble about the house renovation plans; what rooms could be what, where he could build you a little reading nook with a window overlooking the endless rolling green fields, or what materials he would need to make some floor to ceiling built in bookcases for your shared collection of books…

His excitement at dedicating his variety of skills into bringing your dream home to life is palpable, bringing forth such a fond tenderness to your chest that it makes you swear you couldn’t possibly love this man anymore if you tried. It rolls from him in waves now, as he wanders with his full cart of various renovation necessities and voicing his thoughts on what particular paint colours would match your shared vision.

It’s just all so sweet, so domestic.

It’s driving you wild.

Lips wrapping around the straw of your soda cup, you study the broad planes of his back, covered by his ever present leather jacket that thankfully stops just above the soft swell of his ass—bless that man for knowing how to pick his jeans. If it weren’t for the sweet elderly couple flicking through colour swatches at the end of the aisle, you simply would’ve crowded him into the shelves just for a much needed taste of his mouth, and maybe a quick feel—

“You listenin’ to me back there?”

“Not really,” you admit honestly, tongue rolling across your lower lip as he gives you a playful frown of disapproval from over his shoulder. That familiar heat rises and swells in your core, and you shift impatiently on your feet. “Can we go home yet?”

He chuckles, reaching out to pluck a paintbrush from the shelf and feeling the synthetic fibres between his fingers. “You gettin’ bored, darlin’? Is that why you’ve been poutin’ the last two aisles?”

“I haven’t been pouting.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles deeply, lips tugged up into a small smile of amusement as he continues his perusal of the variety of painting accessories. Eventually he lands on the ones he finds somewhat satisfactory, and tosses them into the cart before beckoning you closer with an open hand reached out behind him.

You take it and press up into his side easily, sighing softly at the heavy arm that wraps around your shoulders and the lips that press gently against your temple. The heat from his body seeps into yours while a wash of his familiar cologne assaults your nostrils, and it takes every bit of strength to not tilt your head and catch his lips in a searing kiss that would go scaring away any and everyone within range.

God, he just smells so damn good. 

“Okay, so I may have been pouting—but it’s all your fault.”

He chuckles, the deep throaty timbre of it twisting pleasantly in your core, and what really kills you is that he has no idea the actual effect he has on you. Everything about him either sends you into a sweet and dizzying lovesick spiral, or hurtling straight into the fiery depths of hell with the thoughts that turn in your mind.

“Is that right? How so, sugar?”

You sigh, turning in his hold and raking a finger down his chest, winding around the buttons of his shirt as it goes. “All I can think about is fucking you right in the middle of this aisle, Jack.”

He blinks in surprise, taken off guard and rendered slightly bewildered by your admittance. “Come again?”

“Yes—I’m planning on it actually, again and again.”

A grin quickly tugs at his lips and his eyes flicker to the passersby going about their days as he tugs you closer, his thick drawl oozing into your ears, “You’re gonna get us thrown out if you keep that talk up, sugar.”

“Good, then we could go home and waste the afternoon away.”

He sighs, trying to appear vexed by your apparent disinterest in your errands, but the smile still tugging insistently at his lips gives him away. You see the playful sparkle in his eyes, the desperate want to give you everything you need and more, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him.

“Come on, Jack,” you coo, dragging him in for another kiss with just a taste of everything you’re feeling that leaves him chasing your lips when you eventually pull away, “let’s go home. Let me have you.”

“You’ll be the end of me, you know that?” He grumbles quietly before shaking his head, winding a hand down to grab teasingly at your ass cheek and giving it a firm tap that sends a rocket of heat hurtling straight to your core. “Fine. Registers—now. And no dawdlin’, go on now.”

It takes an agonisingly long time to pay, and you’re sure he does it on purpose. Jack lingers, happily chatting away to the older man serving you, and he has to know how impatient it’s making you because you swear you spy a smirk lingering at the edge of his lips as you start to shift from foot to foot. 

You pounce as soon as he slides into the driver's seat, curling a hand around his neck and bringing his mouth greedily to yours. He responds quickly, unable to pull away from the lure of your kiss, lips parting and tongue meeting yours in a tangle of need. You groan into the heat of his mouth, relishing in the burn of his moustache as the kiss deepens. It does nothing to douse the fire wreaking havoc on your body, and you shift restlessly in your seat, thighs rubbing as you search for something to aid in your distress.

He chuckles, the force of his kiss moving you back into your seat as he crowds into you over the middle console, a hot hand splaying on the skin of your thigh to calm your agitation. 

The words rumble against your lips softly, “You want it right here, sugar?”

Public indecency be damned—you need something. It’s not like you’re close to the store where people mill about, with Jack always preferring to park a ways away so there’s minimal risk of someone scratching the sleek and shiny paint of the Bronco. There’s no one around, it’s just you two… just you two, in your own little piece of bliss. 

You pant softly into his mouth while nodding, fire growing up and along your spine as his rough fingers start to push up beneath the hem of your sundress. You’re already squirming from the familiar feel of them, system wired tightly in keen anticipation to feel them brush against you.

“You’re a greedy little thing today,” he murmurs, fingers coaxing your thighs to widen as they begin to dip their way beneath the waistband of your underwear.

A groan reverberates from his chest when he gently glides them along your slit to feel the heavy build up of arousal, taking a painfully long moment to simply feel you, before zoning in on your clit with the lightest of pressures. He circles softly over it, darkened eyes bouncing over your features as you relish in the hazy roll of pleasure taking over your body.

He ducks to press a series of open mouthed kisses to the side of your throat, teeth teasingly nipping at the sensitive skin and tongue soothing the brief pinch of pain away before the curve of his nose traces the shell of your ear. His honeyed drawl brings a shiver across your skin, and it really should be fucking illegal with the things it makes you feel.

“You been walkin’ around like this all morning, honey? You poor thing.”

Finally—God, finally—he allows his fingers to dip down and tease at your entrance, swirling two thick digits shamelessly through your arousal before sliding and curling them deep against the walls of your cunt. He’s quick to swallow the broken sounds that fall from your throat, his lips quirking up into a self satisfied smirk against yours as your hips squirm needily against the pressure of his hand.

“Go on, sugar. Take what you need, I’ve got you.”

You begin a somewhat messy rock of your hips, unashamedly beginning to fuck yourself on his fingers and ensuring to keep the calloused heel of his hand pressed up hard against your swollen clit. It provides the friction you need, you crave, with every back and forth roll against the rough surface of it causing the overwhelming heat in your core to build.

It’s just what you need. It’s just—it’s perfect. The feel of his thick digits dragging against your hot, slick walls; the relentless pressure against your clit; the perfect harmony of both working in tandem to bring a wash of electricity across your nerves, to bring you closer to that blissful edge you feel coming with every tense second—

“G-god, Jack—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

And… fuck. It’s right there, you’re right there—

—only for it to be just out of reach.

The feeling heightens, lingers, and then horrifically melts away into a throbbing ache as Jack retracts his fingers completely, the thick digits glistening from your flood of arousal in the sunlight filled cab.

He ignores your agonised cry of denial from the sudden loss and emptiness, and sucks them into his mouth, before reaching and turning the keys in the ignition, the truck rumbling to life loudly beneath you while you’re left trembling against the leather, thighs spread and cunt weeping.

“That’s what you get for bein’ impatient,” he drawls, a wicked shine to those warm honey eyes. “Now you sit pretty for the ride home, and I may be nicer when I get that sweet ass of yours inside.”

[sinsandsweetness]

💿I think merle would commonly run off with his partner back in the atlanta days, saying they’re gonna go “hunt” but he just ends up shoving his partner against a tree and grinding up against them almost desperately

Congrats on the 1k T !

thank u bb <3

Leaves are crunching under your boots no matter how light you try to keep your footing. You’re not nearly as experienced as the two hunters you’ve been staying with. Well… sharing a tent with. Seeing as the world ended months ago and your apartment is more than likely a pile of dust and cement in the middle of the city.

With every crunch of a tree branch, the younger Dixon brother shoots you a death glare. Having warned you already several times to keep quiet. To shut the hell up. You’re trying. Really.

“Alright, that’s it,” Daryl finally speaks up, brows pulled together in a scowl, “we ain’t ever gonna catch anything with you bein’ so damn loud. I’m goin’ on my own. I’ll meet you two back at camp.” He stalks off in the other direction, trying to get as far from your inexperienced and uncoordinated limbs as possible.

“He’s just cranky cause he ain’t had a real breakfast in a few days. You’re doin’ just fine, sugar.” Merle pats you on the back, an attempt to comfort the involuntary, sheepish look you’ve got settling on your face.

“Besides,” Merle looks around the woods, in the direction that his brother ran off too. Deciding he’s out of earshot and you must be in the clear, “did us a favor gettin’ rid of him,” the hand on your shoulder doesn’t leave. Instead, he takes a few steps towards you. Pushing you til your back hits a tree with a quiet gasp.

His head dipping down to kiss below your ear before you even have time to process what’s going on.

“Merle,” you hiss, hands going to grip at his biceps regardless of the reluctance in your voice.

He hums an acknowledgment that he did in fact hear you. He just doesn’t have it in him to care.

“Merle we’re- fuck- we’re in the woods-“

“So? Ain’t nobody around but me and you, sweetheart.” His hands are on your waist now. Suggestion clear in his voice with a grin on his face.

It’s a lie. There’s a whole lot more out there than just you and him. His brother, the rest of your group, and not to mention those dead things walking around.

But even as that thought passes by, you can’t help but tip your head back at the feeling of him pressing up against you. Breathing out an apprehensive sigh as his knee nudges its way in between your legs and he continues to kiss his way up your jaw. One hand keeping you secured against the white oak, and the other one gliding around to the back of your neck, fingers tugging gently on your tresses.

His mouth finds yours and you’re quick to return the kiss. Tongue tracing over his own as you grab at his collar, pulling him even closer.

“Ten minutes,” you mumble against his lips, “that’s all you get.”

You can feel him smile against you, satisfied by his little victory. Already, the tent in his jeans is grinding against you. Desperately chasing any bit of friction against your own body, your legs instinctively parting to invite him in. The hand on your waist snakes its way between you to tug on the button of your jeans.

“Better get these off then, shall we?”

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

cooking, by asmi, because someone wanted this. i can't cook, btw.

Were they joking? Probably. Cheers, @deathwords334, beware what you wish for. NOW BABYGIRLS, BITCHBOYS, AND BOYCOTTERS OF THE BINARY, I WILL... TEACH YOU HOW TO COOK. EXCEPT UH. I CAN'T COOK.

SO I WILL TEACH YOU WHAT I THINK UH COOKING IS. KINDA. FUCK YEAH THERE'S NOTHING I'M BETTER AT THAN EXPLAINING THINGS I AM SEVERELY UNDERQUALIFIED TO EXPLAIN.

STEP I: WASH THE ENDS OF YOUR FORELIMBS

WASH YOUR HANDS. UNLESS YOU'RE USING GLOVES. PLASTIC GLOVES, BECAUSE THE OTHERS WILL CATCH ON FIRE. To be fair plastic gloves might melt into your skin and cause worse damage than--YOU KNOW WHAT JUST WASH YOUR GODDAMN HANDS 99.9% OF GERMS GONE WITH EVERY HANDWASH EVER.

STEP II: FIND SOME REAL ESTATE TO EXIST IN

YOU SHOULD PROBABLY BE IN A KITCHEN. IT'S NOT A NECESSITY. YOU COULD ALSO HAVE A BONFIRE. OR A MICROWAVE IN A DORM. IS HEATING UP READY-MADE PASTA COOKING? FUCK YEAH IT IS DON'T GATEKEEP COOKING HERE.

YOU CAN ALSO STAND OVER A CREMATION PYRE AND COOK. IT IS NOT ADVISED. FOR LEGAL REASONS.

STEP III: CONTAIN YOURSELF MY DEAR THOTSON!

DR BEGONE THOTSON! MOVING ON. GRAB A CONTAINER. IF YOU DON'T HAVE ONE, YOUR PALMS UP IN SUPPLICATION TO OUR LORD GOD BILDADDY ARE A NATURAL CONTAINER. UNLESS YOU'RE HEATING THE CONTAINER. PLEASE DO NOT HEAT YOUR PALMS. YOU CAN GRAB A SWORD OR SOMETHING AND SKEWER THE FOOD IF YOU'RE DESPERATE.

STEP IV: FIND EDIBLE ORGANIC SUBSTRATES

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE FOOD. ON THE MAGGOTS SERVER, THERE WAS DEBATE WITHIN THE FIRST FEW DAYS OF WHETHER OR NOT CONSENTUAL AND LOCALLY SOURCED CANNIBALISM IS ETHICAL. THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST. JUST GRAB SOME FUCKING FOOD UPROOT A BUSH IF YOU HAVE TO.

HELPFUL TIP: BEWARE WILD MUSHROOMS

OH ASMI, WE KNOW, SOME ARE FUCKING HALLUCINOGENICS, SOME ARE POISONOUS, SOME ARE LAXATIV--NO NO NO. NOT MY POINT. SOMETIMES, MUSHROOMS GROW IN CIRCLES. THIS IS A TRAP SET BY THE FAE. @queermarzipan, PLEASE CONFIRM.

DON'T GET TRAPPED BY THE FAE WHILE FORAGING FOR FOOD.

STEP V: IT'S GETTIN' HOT IN HERE MMMKAY

IF YOU'VE MADE IT THIS FAR WITHOUT GETTING BURNED ALIVE, ARRESTED OR KIDNAPPED BY THE FAERIES, CONGRATS! YOU ARE READY TO COOK. UH. YOU NEED HEAT, PROBABLY. IS MAKING A SALAD COOKING? IS MAKING A (NOT GRILLED) SANDWICH COOKING? I DON'T KNOW.

FOR SOME REASON I THINK HEAT IS KEY TO THE COOKING PROCESS.

SO WELL, GET IT HOT! FUNERAL PYRE OR MICROWAVE, GREAT! KITCHEN, PROBABLY A STOVE IN THERE. BONFIRE, GREAT! OKAY I FEEL LIKE STEP FIVE IS THE SAME AS STEP TWO. IT'S FINE.

WORST COMES TO WORST, PUT ON A TV SHOW LIKE GOOD OMENS (NUDGE NUDGE PROMO PROMO WATCH THE FUCKING SHOW IT'S BEAUTIFUL I LOVE I-OKAY SORRY) AND THE HOMOEROTIC TENSION WILL HEAT UP YOUR FOOD.

STEP VI: SPICE IT UP A BIT!

ADD SPICES THE WAY FANFIC WRITERS ADD FINGER BRUSHES, ONE BED, DANCING AND IT SWITCHES TO A SLOW SONG, WING SENSITIV--SORRY UM YES ADD SPICES THE WAY THEY ADD DETAILS TO THEIR SMUT. SPICE AND CHEMISTRY PEOPLE IT'S SPICE AND CHEMISTRY.

COOKING IS GAY.

STEP VII: MOUTHHOLE THAT BITCH

EAT. BONUS POINTS IF SOMEONE WATCHES YOU EAT. OR YOU WATCH SOMEONE EAT. HOMOEROTICALLY. LIKE CROWLEY WATCHES AZIRAPHA--OKAY FINE I'LL SHUSH BUT WATCH THE SHOW IF YOU HAVEN'T.

y'all I think I might not be coping well with life LOVE YOU MAGGOTS REBLOG IF YOU LEARNED SOMETHING AMAZING ABOUT COOKING TODAY! FROM THIS POST I MEAN. NOT IN... GENERAL. I THINK I'M FALLING ASLEEP. FUCK.

[celestialseawitch-ff]

🌹

Harry breathed out harshly. “Come on, we have to go.” He held out his hand. “With us?”

She took his hand without a second of hesitation. “With you.”

Harry led her to the front door and the three of them exited out of Grimmauld Place. He raised a hand and immediately hailed a taxi. The three climbed in together, Harry shoved her metres long veil in after her. Her skirt poofed up and spilled into the boys’ laps on either side of her.

“Where are we going?” the driver asked.

“City Hall.”

“Gettin’ married?” the driver quipped.

“Yes,” Harry replied.

Hermione turned to him with wide eyes.

“Congrats, kid. Bit young, aren’t ya?”

“You’d think,” Ron muttered darkly.

“I’ll pay you double if you get us there in under five minutes,” Harry said.

“Gotcha!”

The taxi weaved through the streets.

“Harry, you’re sixteen,” she hissed quietly. “I’m seventeen. Or-” she looked over at Ron who was seventeen as well now.

“I don’t have the right papers,” Ron replied as he pushed her skirt away. He made a face at her hair, piled on her head in an awful collection of fake loops and curls. “God, your hair is atrocious.”

She rolled her eyes and began pulling out the dozens of pins keeping it in place. “I’m aware. Help me get this bloody veil off.” 

She turned in her seat, as much as she could with the three of them piled in the backseat together. Her knees ended up hooked over Harry's thigh, forcing her poofy skirts up even higher. He pushed them back down with an annoyed look on his face.

Ron tugged at the clip keeping her veil in place. It didn't move and he immediately abandoned it to help her free her curls.

“Well?” she asked Harry as she and Ron tackled her monstrosity of a hairdo.

He leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear. “I layered compulsion charms onto the forms,” he whispered so the muggle wouldn't hear, “and we’ve got written permission from our parents.”

“Do we?”

He raised his eyebrows.

Forged then.

Hermione frowned. “Will this work?”

“Yes,” Ron immediately stated. “The Ministry of- uh,” he glanced at the muggle driver, “they recognise these types of marriages. The paperwork will be accepted. More importantly, the vows will be.”

Hermione frowned. She didn’t like the way he was mincing his words for the muggle driver. She pursed her lips and impatiently waited for them to arrive at the City Hall. 

Cars honked as they sped through the streets. Ron wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from flying off her seat as they made a sharp turn. 

Her curls were finally freed and tumbled down her shoulders.

“Your bloody veil is stuck,” Ron growled.

A sticking charm, probably.

She rolled her eyes as the cab came to a stop in front of the City Hall. “Just leave it.”

Harry shoved a load of wash at the driver and hurried out. He helped her out of the cab and then the three of them were off. Her veil fluttered in the wind as they hurried up the steps of City Hall.

[writingwhimsey]

Hii! I wanna say congratulations for the 300 followers, your writing is honestly amazing and you're def my comfort writer <3

Anyways, for the celebration request, can I get arranged marriage fluff with Motonari? I've been feeling in need of Motonari fluff lately, and I already know it's gonna be amazing with your writing skills and our favourite pirate king!

Again, congrats in 300! I honestly think you deserve way more than that 🫶

Thank you for your support, sweet anon! And thank you for this request! I love this pirate so much! And there needs to be more fluff with him! So, I am happy to contribute to that fluff.

Alright so here we go! Motonari and arranged marriage fluff!

The Pirate and The Princess

It had been two months now that Motonari had entered into this arranged marriage with the Oda Princess. Two months since she had come to live with him. He had let her know from the beginning this was nothing more than a political arrangement, that it was a marriage in name only.

Of course, the princess had known that even without him stating it so bluntly. She was his wife legally and in name…but that was all there was to it. In truth, she was little better than a hostage, a pawn in this political game to secure the alliance…to make sure that the Oda didn’t do anything Motonari didn’t agree with…and to ensure that Yoshiaki never came back into power.

“This marriage is just a means to an end. I never wanted no wife.” Motonari had told her, his tone harsh, though she didn’t flinch.

“I’m not an idiot.” She had told him, fixing a glare at him. “You think you’re some kind of catch or something? Please, I never picked this arrangement. You are the LAST person on earth I would pick.”

“Well, at least we’re on the same page then.” Motonari had replied, surprised by the fire in her eyes. He had mistaken her for some shy weak little thing…but it appeared she had been more.

“Lady Mouri, perhaps I can show you to your chambers.” Hiroyoshi had said, interrupting them.

“That sounds good.” She had said, getting up to follow the old goat, showing him a genuinely kind smile…something that had irked Motonari.

After that, the princess had given him the cold shoulder. Though she would smile and chat up Hiroyoshi and his crew, being totally sweet to them…and looking at Motonari with utter contempt whenever they would cross paths. 

It had honestly gotten under Motonari’s skin. “Why’s she always gotta look at me like that? Why’s she always got that sweet smile fer everyone else?”

“Perhaps my lord, you could try being kind to the Lady Mouri.” Hiroyoshi had said, to him as he brought Motonari some documents with some new trade agreements.

“The hell you talkin’ ‘bout ya old codger?” Motonari had groused.

“Nothing, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had replied. “You know, I was talking to the princess the other day…apparently she was working as a seamstress in Azuchi before she came here. It was something she rather enjoyed.”

“Am I s’posed ta care about somethin’ she likes?” Motonari had asked.

“Just thought it was an interesting tidbit, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had answered. “Though, I did hear that she was a highly sought after seamstress. Highly skilled and very passionate about her work. She brought in lots of new business to Azuchi.”

Motonari had looked up at the old man, intrigued by this, lifting one white brow. “That so?”

“Very so, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had answered.

“Get ‘er some fabrics then.” Motonari had said. “And sewin’ stuff.”

“Of course, my lord.” Hiroyoshi had replied, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.

“Don’t go gettin’ no funny ideas. It’s just good business.” Motonari snapped.

“No ideas at all, my lord.”

It had only taken another few days after that for the princess to come knocking on his council room door. “What?” Motonari had called as she came in, carrying something in her hands.

“I…just wanted to give you this…as a thank you for the fabrics and sewing notions.” She replied, bowing and handing him a small wrapped parcel.

Motonari looked at her as he took the package. “That ain’t nothin’ ta thank me for. Hiryoshi said you were a good seamstress. Just a good business move.” He replied, waving her off.

“Still…I really appreciate being able to get back to it and having something to do.” She replied. “I think I was beginning to drive poor Hiroyoshi crazy constantly asking him for something to do…and well also… I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“What are ya talkin’ about?” Motonari asked.

“Just…I know this arrangement is all political and I don’t expect to EVER fall in love with you or for your shriveled black heart to start beating and beating for me…but maybe we can LIKE each other even if we don’t LOVE each other…and maybe be friends.”

Motonari blinked in surprise at her words…was…no one had ever come to him with such a crazy offer before. “Ya got flowers fer brains or what?” He had asked her.

“Ugh…I can’t believe I even tried!” She groaned as she got up in a huff. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” She was then quickly leaving the room. 

Motonari watched her go, not saying a word. It irritated him that she left so quickly…but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He looked down at the package she had given him…finally he decided to open it. Inside was a small handkerchief that matched the fabric of the cape he usually draped over his shoulder and was embroidered with the Mouri crest on the corner.

The fabric was perfectly cut and sewn well. The embroidery was intricate and clearly that of a skilled hand. “Ah…dammit.” Motonari had groaned, running a gloved hand through his hair in agitation. “Dammit all ta hell.”

The next night, Motonari had gone to the princess, carrying a tray with some tea and a freshly cooked meal he had made. “Here.” He said, as he sat the tray down in her room, where she sat working on her sewing.

She had looked at him, confusion in her face. “What’s this for?” She asked.

“Hiroyoshi said ya been workin’ all day…ain’t had much ta eat.” Motonari had answered, honestly not even sure why he was here.

“I…suppose now is a good time for a break.” She had replied, placing a loose stitch in her work to save her place before neatly folding it and setting it aside.

“Well, enjoy.” Motonari said, awkwardly heading for the door.

“You…you aren’t going to join me?” She asked, her words stopping him in his tracks.

“What?”

“Well…I thought…nevermind.” She replied. “Thank you.”

Motonari let out a groan as he turned back around to her. “No, tell me what’s on yer mind.”

“I just…I thought maybe…this was you…maybe agreeing to what I said the other day…about us trying to just like each other…get to know each other.” The princess answered. “Where I come from… people share meals and get to know each other.”

“I still think ya got flowers growin’ in that head o’ yers…but maybe we can give it a try.” Motonari found himself saying.

And thus began a new ritual. Every night the pair would sit down to dinner together…a dinner Motonari made as he wouldn’t eat food others had touched. This was something Motonari had surprisingly come to look forward to. They would talk and… well they would bicker quite often. Motonari would tease her and get her riled up…and she would bite back…which was something he found he enjoyed.

Though if Motonari were being honest, the thing he enjoyed the most would be at the end of one of their bickering sessions. The princess would sigh and shake her head…but she would be wearing the most beautiful smile. Her eyes would be warm and full of light…and Motonari was entirely unaware of the warm look he would give to her in return.

On this particular night, after finishing their dinner the princess let out a sigh. “I guess you’ll be heading off then?” She asked.

“Don’t tell me you’ll be missin’ me, flower girl.” Motonari teased her.

The princess scrunched up her face. “I wouldn’t go THAT far…but… I just… get bored.”

Motonari chuckled. “Well, if yer bored, then hows about we go on a little adventure?” He found himself suggesting.

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “What kind of adventure?”

“Only one way to find out.” Motonari replied, grinning in spite of himself. “What do ya say, flower girl?”

“I say… I must be utterly insane because… it sounds like fun.”

It was a short time later, Motonari and the princess were leaving his castle, Motonari leading her through a path in the forest. “Watch yer footing. It can get kinda rough around here.” He warned her, as he held a small lantern to guide them.

“I’ll do my best.” She replied.

They walked a little further before Motonari found himself reaching a hand back towards the princess. “Here, don’t need ya fallin’ on yer face…despite how funny that might be.”

The princess blinked as she looked at Motonari’s outstretched hand, still clad in his white glove. Though they had never expressly discussed it…she was aware that he didn’t like to be touched. She’d been aware of the physical distance he purposely kept between them. She’d also seen him keep that same distance with… well everyone. She’d even witnessed him violently through off an overly-flirty lady of the night. It wasn’t too hard to pick up on the fact that Motonari didn’t like to be touched.

“What? Somethin’ wrong?” Motonari asked.

“W-won’t…you be…uncomfortable?” She asked, looking up at him, her eyes wide in the low light of the lantern and the moon.

It was then that Motonari seemed to become aware of himself…aware of what he was offering. Was he really about to let this other person TOUCH him? His hand was still hanging in the air between them. He thought hard about this now…but to his surprise…the idea of the princess’s hand in his…it didn’t make his skin crawl. It didn’t make him break out into a cold sweat. He didn’t know why…but SHE was okay.

“It’s…okay.” He told her, a surprisingly tender look in his eyes, his crooked smile soft. 

“Are…are you sure?” She asked, still hesitant. “If it would make you uncomfortable, I can walk fine on my own…and even if I were to trip, I’m not THAT delicate that a little tumble would hurt that bad…wouldn’t be the first time…”

She was rambling, he could tell. “I said it’s okay…but only if it’s you.”

A small gasp escaped the princess as she looked up at him, her eyes somehow going wider. “O-okay…” She was then ever so slowly, placing her hand in his.

Motonari’s gloved fingers curled around her delicate hand…so much smaller than his own. Her hand felt warm in his palm…and he was surprised to find…it actually felt pleasant to hold her hand. He turned forward once again and lead her through the forest, making sure to keep her from tripping as they went.

Soon they were coming to a clearing that led to a small cliff’s edge. “Stay close and watch yer step.” He told her as he led her up the cliff.

“You’re not gonna throw me over and claim I fell are you?” She joked, though Motonari could detect a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Motonari looked at her, lifting a brow. “No.” He answered. “Yer shakin’ there m’lady. I promise I ain’t takin’ ya out here ta hurt ya.”

She shook her head. “That’s…not it…I uh…I may…have a little fear…of high…places.” She admitted sheepishly, looking down at her feet.

Motonari still held her hand in his. He found himself giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, I got ya.”

She looked up at him, surprised to see how gently he was looking at her right now. His hand around hers was warm…and surprisingly comforting. “Okay…” 

Motonari led her up the cliff, keeping her hand in his the entire time. “Now…have a look at this view.”

The princess turned and looked out. The cliff overlooked the ocean, and her breath was instantly taken away. The large full moon and the millions of twinkling stars were reflected on the water’s surface, broken only by the ripples of the gentle waves and the ocean creatures moving below the water. It looked as if the sky truly never ended.

“It’s…wow…it’s…” She gasped, as she took in the view.

Motonari watched her, unable to keep himself from smiling. Her eyes twinkled as if holding the light of the stars she was gazing at. As he looked at her, one word flitted through his mind completely unbidden…

“Beautiful.” The princess’s voice said, completing her unfinished thought.

Motonari couldn’t help himself and his lips were moving before he could even think better of it. “Yeah, beautiful view.”

The princess turned to him, her cheeks reddening as she realized Motonari was watching her and not the ocean of stars in front of them. 

It was there in that moonlit night, a garden’s worth of new flowers began to bloom.

@zulablaise @limonzu @kisara-16 @oda-princess

[queenofbaws]

hello my friends, and congrats on making it to yet another wednesday. oh how the time simply flies, huh?

a quick status update over here: things are still pretty nuts with family stuff, so as i said over the weekend, if you've sent me a flash fiction prompt i haven't gotten to yet, i promise i haven't forgotten! <3 most of my energy's been going elsewhere lately, what can you do.

my big goals for the near future are still (1) to finish the tale(s) of the champion, (2) to finish of mummy men & bathtub soup, and (3) to get another chapter of like wringing blood from a stone out, but i've learned my lesson and will not be making guesses as to timeframes there, hehehehe. if you're looking for a sneak peek or two to tide you over in the meantime, i'm including snippets from tales, wringing, and a SECRET MYSTERY PROJECT under the cut.

as always, hope you're hanging in there, and hope you're taking care of yourself as best you can, whatever that looks like for you <333

the tale(s) of the champion

“I’m not proud of my time in Kirkwall, Inquisitor,” Cullen said sharply, an answer to an accusation she hadn’t raised. “All I did then, I did to fulfill the duty expected of me, but even so there are things I said, things I did, things…” The muscles of his jaw clenched and unclenched over his working throat. “…things allowed to happen under my watch, which I regret so thoroughly as to know they will follow me well into my grave. But the actions I’ve taken against Hawke and her cohort—ordered or otherwise? No.” A brisk shake of his head. “Those I do not regret in the slightest.”

It was times like these, times where the tension crackled like ozone before a storm, that made her worry for the whole of the Inquisition. For Thedas, really. There she was, meant to be their benevolent leader, even-tempered and understanding, and instead of backing away with arms raised to allow the situation to defuse, she ground her boot that much harder into the softer bits offered up to her, hoping to wring out as much blood as she could before the wound scabbed over.

It was times like these that she worried the Chantry was right, that she’d never be accepted as the voice of the people, as a protector and guide; maybe she’d always be who she’d been before the Conclave…no matter how brightly her armor shone.

“You make her sound like a monster.”

Cullen scoffed. “A criminal.”

“Is there a difference?”

like wringing blood from a stone

A branch snapped behind him.

And something let out a deep, growling breath.

Bobby didn’t whip himself around. Everybody else could say and think what they wanted, but he wasn’t any fucking moron—you didn’t make sudden moves when you were being tracked. Hunted. He knew that same as he knew his own name.

What he did instead was jam as much of his weight as he could against the door, grimacing with effort when his shoulder made contact. Inside, he heard Mom scream.

“Don’t you let him in here, Jed!”

“No one’s gettin’ in.”

“DON’T YOU LET HIM IN THIS GODDAMN HO—”

He didn’t wait to hear her finish the sentence. Nah, he hauled back and kicked the door with every ounce of force he could muster. But even though he did it the same way he’d seen Uncle Jack do a million times before, it didn’t budge.

Mom just screamed again.

The sound made his skin stand up, not like goosebumps or shivers, more like the hot, stinging welts you got from snapping a rubber band or touching poison oak. It was a sickish feeling, making his palms sweat and his vision double. He didn’t know if he wanted to puke, scream, dig his fingers into his own skin…or maybe just curl up there on the porch and cry until he couldn’t anymore. In the end, he split the difference.

SUPER SECRET MYSTERY PROJECT WOOoOoOoOoOO

Her breath hitched as she saw a sliver of moonlight ahead. Emily pushed away the horrible, impossible, image of Beth’s rotting face and surged forward the last few meters to the doors. She slid between them before slamming them shut, her hands chapping in the cold even as she yanked the latching bar down into place. The doors rocked under her palms, and the thing she’d locked inside shrieked in fury as obvious as it was alien. She could feel it beat against the doors with fists the size of her head, felt it fight to get to her, but no matter how the doors shook on their hinges, the latch held.

Her body slumped as her exhaustion caught up with her. A breath tore out of her in a shaking, ragged sob…or maybe it was a laugh. From where she stood, it was impossible to tell.

And then something grabbed her.

Too tired to fight, too tired to run, too tired to do so much as gasp in surprise, Emily found herself yanked away from the doors and around a bend, her point of view torn suddenly from the mine’s processing facility to the trees. That wasn’t the most worrying part, though.

That was the hand.

It came to her in pieces-parts, her panic growing with each revelation. First was the hand on her face, clutching her so tightly it hurt; it covered her mouth, it squished her nose, leaving her only one nostril to breathe from—not nearly enough for her to catch her breath. There was another hand too, its heel pressed hard to the spot below her ribs where her stomach began, the fingers gripping so hard she could feel them through her jacket. Her leather jacket. And the body…the body she registered last, solid and sinewy and pressed flush to her back. She could feel the rise and fall of the chest at her shoulder blades. There was hot breath displacing her hair.

When finally her brain put it all together, her hands snapped up to beat at the one covering her face, pulling and scratching—anything to get even a little more air into her lungs.  

It was the wrong thing to do. The hand only gripped her harder, tightening until the soft, fleshy insides of her cheeks ground into her teeth.

[debbiechanclub]

So, this little scene was in my head and I had to get it out before I could work on anything else. David and Dan having a little bro-chat about Nellie and Torrance. Setting: that night the War Dogs all went out in Tokyo last week that rewired my brain chemistry. Posting it now because it goes into Nellie and David's history from his perspective, and I don't know when or if it will get posted as part of a complete fic. Enjoy!

“I guess Torrance actually hasn’t told you.”

Dan’s brow furrowed. “Hasn’t told me what?”

David paused as he lit his cigarette. And then he said, “She’s helping me pick out a ring.”

Dan’s eyes widened in excitement. “You’re popping the question?” He clasped his shoulder. “Congrats, bruv! Seriously.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Look at you and Nellie getting all domesticated,” he grinned. “Bought a new place together, gettin’ married. You’ll be poppin’ out kids before you know it.”

“Oh trust me, we’ve talked about it,” David returned. “We want kids. But the timing has to be right. She’s on the run of her career right now and I don’t want interrupt that.”

“Oh, for sure, you have time,” he nodded. “How long have you two been together now?”

David blew a stream of smoke from his mouth before he answered. “Officially, about six months. But unofficially, it’s closer to a year.”

“Mm,” Dan nodded as he took a draw off his cigarette. “Yeah, Torr explained that whole situation to me.”

“It fucking sucked,” David wryly laughed. “It’s why I’m not wasting any more time. I’ve been thinking about proposing since the G1.” He laughed again, bringing his drink to his lips. “I’ve had it bad for her since twenty-seventeen, to be honest.”

“That long?” Dan asked in surprise.

He nodded. “That was when we first met, when she came here for her first tour with Stardom. The first time I saw her I was just like… fuck.”

Dan let out one of his signature cackles. “Schwing!”

“Fucking basically!” David smirked. “So I asked her out, and I swear she only said yes because she felt bad saying no… and I fucking blew it on that date. I was trying way too hard because I was so nervous. And after that I figured, yeah, she’s never gonna even look at me again. But we kept hanging out in group settings, and there was still chemistry there, you know?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Dan nodded.

“But then she left, and when I saw her again a year later, she was dating ZSJ.” He rolled his eyes. “I was like, fucking really?”

Dan laughed again as he tapped some ash off the end of his cigarette. “So, if you’ve wanted Nell for that long, did you ever get serious with anyone else?”

“Oh, yeah,” David confirmed with a nod. “This isn’t the first time I’ve considered proposing to someone.”

“Really?” Dan curiously asked.

“Mhm. I got real close to it a couple years ago with a girl I’d been with for a while. But she got used to my schedule during the pandemic and having me around and not gone for weeks or months at a time, and when I came back from the twenty twenty-one New Japan Cup, she told me she couldn’t be with me if I was gonna start regularly working in Japan again.”

Dan’s eyebrows arched. “She gave you an ultimatum?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “So, we broke up. I was thinking about Nellie again within a week.”

“I hear that, bruv,” Dan breathed. “Did you get in touch with her?”

David laughed shortly to himself. “No, because she was with Jay. But honestly, I had a feeling even then he was gonna fuck it up.”

Dan cackled again. “And now you’ve taken a hell of a lot more from him than just Nellie.”

“Fuck yeah, I have,” David returned, and they clinked their glasses together in cheers and drank.

“In all seriousness, though, I’m buzzin’ for you, Dave,” Dan said. “I’m surprised Torr didn’t let something slip.”

David sent him a curious look as he took another pull from his cigarette. “What about you and her? It seems like you two are getting more serious.”

Dan nodded. “Yeah. It’s got me a bit scared, if I’m being honest.”

David smirked. “Well, I don’t know if this is gonna help or hurt, but I’ve known Torr a long time and seen her fuck up more than one relationship because she can’t get out of her own way. But she’s putting in more effort not to do that with you than I think I’ve seen her put in with anyone.”

Dan’s eyes turned distant and pensive as he took a long draw off his cigarette. He held in the smoke for a second, and then he expelled it from his chest and said, “Yeah, I don’t know if that helps or hurts, either.”

David slapped a hand on his back. “Don’t think about it too much,” he said just as the others rejoined them in the booth, Gabe loudly yelling about something.

[eridan-amporaa]

Oh also idk if this goes on this blog or the SM one but-

Spooky Month Classpects

Roy strikes me as a Rage player and Ross is a Rogue

(augh it's been so long since I've read the comic, I've forgotten most of my Classpect knowledge-)

SO GUESS WHOS BEEN THINKIN ABOUT THIS FOR SEVERAL MONTHS-

OK SO.

im just gonna name all the characters imma classpect: skid, pump, hatzgang, susie, streber, kevin, ethan, radford. I'm disregarding gender-locked classes, idgaf about the gender locks. if a fem locked class fits a dude, congrats, hes gettin it anyway. feel free to add in ur own 2 cents or other charas im v curious!!

puttin this under the cut cuz its gonna be LONG.

SKID - ironically, im havin a really hard time with him. aspect wise, i could see him being hope or doom, seeing as he so often seems to bring bad news but is so painfully optimistic. but he could just as easily be light, with the focus on his weirdly fantastic luck. if i had to guess, id put him down as an Heir of Light - insanely lucky, decent fighter, and not really concsiously manipulating his aspect so much as just kinda rolling with it.

PUMP - easy. Seer of Void. fits with all his voidy theming and ties to Eyes. hes seeing all the secrets, finding out all the shit hes not supposed to know. sounds abt right.

ROY - definitely a rage player. As for class, i can see him going a couple different ways (knight, heir, thief) but im gonna go with Thief of Rage for him. harnessing the power of the anger of those around him to fuel his own power and anger? sounds abt right!

ROSS - ur right abt his class, rogue fits him well. as for aspect, id have to go with mind, seeing as hes prolly the smartest/most skeptical of the gang. so that would make him a Rogue of Mind.

ROBERT - aspect could be heart or hope, but hope fits him better so lets go with that. class wise i could see him easily being a sylph or witch, but imma give him Witch of Hope here. still able to spread his aspect, but also being able to manipulate it in a more direct way than a sylph.

SUSIE - ok so right off the bat heart player. it just fits ok I dont make the rules. as for class... I feel like she'd end up more active here, and she has a thing abt protecting herself which I'm p sure extends to skid n pump, maybe the hatzgang too if she got close to em. so I'd put her as a Knight of Heart.

KEVIN - ok kevin is. hm. I feel like he could be a couple different aspects - doom, for the same reasons as skid, or maybe life? idk he just seems like a life player to me I'm goin with that. as for class... ehhhh? idk, hes kinda hard to class. honestly if anything I think page would fit him best with the whole "find urself n ur aspect" thing so let's just go with Page of Life.

STREBER - streber comes off as a space player to me. idk why he just does. maybe it's the vamp thing? actually all the space players have some sort of transformation thing maybe hed become an actual vamp... hm... well anyway I'm classpecting him as a Mage of Space. idk it just fits

ETHAN - ethan would make a good doom player I think, again just kinda fits. imma go with Maid of Doom, he would use his knowledge of doom n gloom stuff to help tidy up loose ends and keep things stable.

RADFORD - time player. he seems like hed be able to MAYBE handle timeline bullshit, but more relevant to his class is that he might feel like hes always running low on time. Prince of Time. being forced to destroy remnants of other timelines and trying so hard not to destroy the canon one. ough I could give him SO much angst.

[ecemichi]

Ring.A.Bell Chapter 12

Mao: In the end, only Tenshouin-senpai was able to dodge confessing...

Eichi: But I only spoke the truth, you know. Now then, let's move onto current love lives. ♪ This is rather school trip-like, isn't it?

Fufu, how fun...♪ Keito, Keito, is there anyone you like?

Keito: Hmph. I won’t fall for that trick again. Since you can’t partake in this conversation, I find it quite unfair for me to answer.

Eichi: Boo, you bore. You're so cruel, depriving me of the chance to live vicariously through you all with your normal high school lives.

Leo: “Living vicariously through us”, says the idiot. You must be enjoyin' yourself sooooo much, aren'tcha?

Eichi: Did you hear that, Mao, Takamine-kun? He's throwing such horrible words at me. Aren't my classmates just the meanest?

If you feel any ounce of pity for me, won't you make me smile with stories of your own?

Midori: I’ve never felt so pressed under someone’s curiosity…

Mao: Sorry, but I'm done with dancing to your tune too~.

Besides... The fact of the matter is, I don't have anything like that going on right now anyway.

Mao: Between my work as an idol, club activities, and as a member of the Student Council... I've seriously got my hands full, y'know? Everyone here's the same way, aren't they?

Keito: Well, yeah. We might’ve graduated but… Now we have our hands full with individual jobs.

Eichi: Goodness, you're all bores. Very well, let's end our playtime here and get down to business; we've spent enough time avoiding it as-is.

Leo: Whazzut? You mean the homework Naru gave us?

Mao: Yeah, probably. I feel like if we mess up again, then Arashi'll definitely be pissed off...

Leo: Yeah~... Naru's terrifyin' when she's angry, too.

Mao: For sure. Anyway, first loves don't always end up with a marriage... I feel like a lot of 'em don’t end with confessions, either.

In fact, most of 'em just don't go anywhere at all.

Keito: True. They only end up as cute but clumsy memories. We’ll never get Narukami’s approval with those.

Leo: We've gotta get Naru to green-light ‘em! Hey hey, how come we haven’t tried singin’ yet? That'd be the easiest for me to get it done!

Mao: You know, I think that sorta proposal might just work. You could put together a song and surprise 'em.

Leo: Whoo! Alright then, get ready to sing! Gimme a sec and I'll whip up a song in a flash!

Midori: Uhh? Singing with everyone is a bit… I feel like I’ll get scolded…

So we’ll not just sing as the shuffle unit, but also for this promotion video? I don’t get it, everything’s so confusing…

Leo: That's right! Wahaha! ☆ I like it! I'll approve! ☆

Midori: Well, I don’t like it, so please don’t accept it so quickly…

Keito: …Hmm. Resolve, huh.

Mao: Huh? What about resolve?

Keito: Ah, that thing Narukami mentioned before. I think it was about having resolve.

Having the resolve to share your life with a significant other. Leaving the nest you were protected in and having the resolve to now protect your own home and family. That kind of thing.

Mao: Ah, putting it like that, that does make sense... I hadn't really thought about it that way~.

We really have been depending on our parents all this time, ever since we were kids...

It takes a lotta courage to start your own family, and to look after them the way yours did for you, huh... and there's no guarantee that you'll find happiness there, either.

Keito: Indeed. One would probably have fears and troubles about the future.

Midori: ——felt the same way…?

Mao: Huh? What's on your mind, Takamine...?

Midori: Ah, umm… I was wondering if my brother had the same thoughts…

Mao: You mean the one that's getting married soon?

Keito: Oh, is that so? That's great. Congratulations.

Eichi: Wow, really? Allow me to extend my congratulations as well.

Fufu. It sure is a strange coincidence that both of you are involved in marriage, huh?

Leo: Your big bro's gettin' married?! Congrats! And now his li'l bro's practicing to propose himself, huh? A congrats to you too!

Midori: You don't have to put us on the same level. Mine is just for work, after all.

Uhh. Thanks everyone…?

Ugh… Why do people always convey their congratulations through me when it comes to this topic? I'm not the one getting married so I don't know how to react…

Mao: Ahaha. Well, it's nice to be congratulated by everyone anyway, isn't it? Makes you feel good.

Don'tcha think so?

Midori: Yeah. I thought it was selfish of my brother to leave us and got mad at that but…

After hearing what Narukami-senpai was talking about… My brother must've put a lot of thought into it before making up his mind. Then he finally prepared his resolve to leave, maybe, right…?

Mao: Yeah~. I'm not your brother, so I can't say for sure what might've been on his mind... but I think you're right on the money, Takamine.

That makes him pretty amazing though, y'know? He's not even that much older than us... but after hearing Arashi talk, I realized just how mature your brother was to take that step.

Midori: You're… right. I might've stayed mad at my brother, otherwise… Maybe I’ve been in the wrong all this time……

Mao: Then how about this? When you see that guy again, you give him the loudest congratulations you've got — and your blessing too.

Because even if he moves off, even if he gets married... You two've got an unbreakable bond, y'know? You'll always be family.

Midori: Yeah.

Mao Leo Eichi and Arashi tl: Peace

Midori and Keito tl: me

JP proof: Mika Enstars

ENG proof:ryuseipuka

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[ikkaku-of-heart]

@ferromagnetiic asked: Entering the Hearts' turf was rarely a priority on Kid's to-do list, celebratory events be damned. Gatecrashing parties would usually inspire a higher degree of rebellious enthusiasm from him, at least just for the notion of attending for the open bar and free food — but when it came to Ikkaku's birthday, he has entered the vicinity with an already surly attitude and an emphasized degree of pessimism, beyond the scope of what is considered typical for the pirate Captain. He knew for a fact that Law would be particularly uptight today in order to prevent anything from ruining his mechanic's special day, and considering that the doctor always had a stick up his ass even on his good days, that didn't sound like something Kid was keen to deal with. The only people he actually liked at this venue would be the people who came with him — his own crew — and if he was really reaching, he supposed he could tolerate some of the Straw Hats if they happened to turn up as well.  Ordinarily, this would be the perfect opportunity to start something just for the sake of it. It would entertain him endlessly to give Ikkaku a rough time and knock her ego down a peg; just to see her irritable and ruin her good mood. He would enjoy being responsible for making this birthday a memorable one for all the wrong reasons. But, he won't. Rather, he can't. He's not gatecrashing today. He's a plus one. Killer's invitation was a legitimate one, and Kid's presence is an inevitable extension of Killer's willingness to attend. Killer, for reasons Kid still can only fathom in the most simple terms, actually wants to be here, with her, and with all of them by proxy. As much as he would love to make a scene, Kid couldn't ruin this for him. If he started acting up, they would be quick to remove him, and Killer's loyalty would compel him to also leave, regardless of whether or not he actually wanted to go. So, today he was on his best behaviour, apparently. The concept was a bit nauseating. When he finds Ikkaku, he doesn't have a lot of nice words to say to her, but considering how the dynamic of their relationship usually is, she could consider that a vast improvement from the standard active hostility. He looks decidedly bored, but not animated or confrontational. They both know he's just here so Killer can have a decent time, and because letting him go alone looked actively more pathetic than showing up and taking the opportunity to get some free drinks and food. In his oversized steel prosthetic hand is a little gift bag; only a few inches tall, covered in silver glitter. The kind of silver glitter that would inevitably fall off and get everywhere and then be impossible to fully remove for months. It was a petty choice, but nobody assumed Kid was above performing petty behaviours. He thrusts it towards her unceremoniously.      ❝ Here. Congrats on gettin' old. ❞ Inside the tiny bag is a glass vial of nail polish in a striking yellow, nearly perfectly matched to the color of the Polar Tang. Even if she doesn't recognize the brand name, the elegant black top and classy design should indicate that it's higher end, and not just some cheap bottle he picked up at the nearest convenience store.      ❝ It's acrylic, 'cause yer gonna scratch anythin' else to shit. Only brand I found that doesn't scuff after a couple of hours when yer workin'. ❞ His favorite brand, in other words. If he'd given her anything cheaper, he assumed she would eventually berate him for using something low-quality and start nagging him about not being able to afford anything better. Whatever. He didn't need to give her any more amunition to use against him. He doesn't wait to hear her initial thoughts. He's under the impression she won't like it just based on the identity of the gifter.      ❝ Where's the bar at? ❞ Birthday Asks!

Despite Ikkaku's complicated relationship with her birthday, thanks to the Hearts and the friends she'd made since she left Joras, it had become one of her favorite days. The only caveat she really ever had was, unless there were extenuating circumstances, like an attack by the enemy, she didn't want any violence on her birthday if it could be avoided. The death of her twin brother had overshadowed the day of her birth for too many years, and she refused to let another death cast a pall over it.

So, of course, she was leery about Kid coming to her party. Unfortunately, he came as a package deal with Killer, so she was forced to accept his presence for the sake of the more palatable first mate. She did make it clear to Killer that if he got beligerent, or pissed her off too much, that Law was going to remove Kid's tongue and vocal chords. She refused to tolerate that red-haired bastard's blatant disrespect on her own fucking birthday.

Which meant, naturally, that she tensed up when Kid approached her, already opening her mouth to demand Law silence whatever insult was going to pass those painted lips. But instead, he held out a small gift. That had her completely taken aback, which allowed his comment about her getting old to pass without inciting any irritation. Then came the explanation of what it was as she opened the little bag. Ikkaku didn't normally paint her fingernails for precisely the reason he brought up - any manicure would be utterly ruined within a day thanks to her job. But the fact that he'd gotten her a brand that, from the sound of things, he knew from experience could withstand the harsh conditions that came with being a mechanic. And it was the exact shade of yellow as the Polar Tang.

This was...much nicer than she'd ever expected Kid to be. He was still a dick, but he'd gotten her a useful gift he'd put actual thought into. She wouldn't thank him, because she doubted he expected any, but she did at least give a brief smile in appreciation.

"The bar's next to the buffet. Law can and will Scan you to see if you're getting too drunk so don't do anything stupid, otherwise you're gonna find yourself Shambled right into the ocean."

Glancing at the bag, a more mischievous grin touched Ikkaku's lips. Oh, he thought he could use glitter to annoy the Hearts? Too bad Law had gotten pretty good at collecting individual bits of glitter with his powers. Before the night was through, Kid was going to find every single one of them in his hair.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Omg I love the would you rathers so much- anyway here are my answers:

1. I’m sorry, but I am absolutely chomping. I feel like he’d still make a sexual reference either way, like “Damn, you’re that excited to go down on it? 😏”

2. Yeah Jennifer is getting someone else. Best part is I can get rid of a guy I don’t like!

3. I would never do that to Bubba 😭, I’ll take one for the team. My no-major injury streak had to end sometime

4. Look, Patrick is the one of the many people I’d rather not make an enemy with, so I’ll gladly go sleep on the couch. Chances are someone else might tell him to shut up though.

5. I do not trust Chucky within an inch of my life. Jason will at least be courteous and withhold on the chopping, can’t say the same for Michael but if I’m quick enough, I can get by without a stab wound.

6. Omg this one was so hard. I guess I’ll go with Beetlejuice. At least I can make him go away

7. As a child of divorced parents, going into the kitchen with two people are arguing will be just like old times. If I want chips I’m getting chips

8. Well, I have no idea how hard she’s flinging that table. So sorry Carrie, as much as I would like to help you, I’d rather not possibly die by table

9. So my favorite Slasher is Jason and my favorite Non-favorite is Pennywise. I honestly don’t know if either of them really need my help, but if I had to pick one…..I’ll save Penny. Jason has a history of coming back after dying so he’ll be up and going again soon. Penny can only do so much against an adult

10. I’m going to Mama Voorhees, I think she’ll appreciate the honesty. If I go to Freddy, I’ll have to owe him a favor, and something tells me he’ll take full advantage of that

11. Truth. God knows what they’d make me do as a dare.

12. Again, a very hard choice. I guess I’ll go with Patrick, at least he’ll try to make me look flattering.

13. I would definitely want Penny to turn into Freddy. It would come as no surprise to anyone if “Freddy” flirted with Pam. Plus, it’d be kinda funny seeing Jason chuck Freddy through the wall lol

What are your answers though? 👀

I'm so glad you liked them XDD

Oh he sure would- that or he'd be over dramatic and toony and, like, you would see his soul would crack inside his eyes XDD

Exactly!! I'm glad this is the consensus so far XDD Like, Jennifer's telling ya'll that A sacrifice must be made., and you're just going 'Okay! :D :D :D I have a list!'

That's very brave of you ^^ ^^ XD Bubba should make you a stew.

Oh same. We can brave the living room together! I think if we build the best fort- it should be fine. Haha

Again, guys-

I just don't think these are the actions of a polite boy!! This is a bitter old man!

6. Hahahaha, I'm glad it was hard 😈😈😈

7. Sameeee!! Don't mind us, guys, just gettin cheezels. Hey do we have- Hey. Hey. HEY- DO WE HAVE THE CHICKEN FLAVOUR??

8. Good call 😅

9. Good point!! We shouldn't worry too much about Jason. He's stubborn ^^ Also- same as Fox Anon!

10. Very honourable!! And you now may befriend Jason because you're pure! Congrats!

11. OKAY YOUR TRUTH! Here we go- from Billy and Stu: Would you live inside Christine, a car, if she allowed you to do so??

12. Ohhh, good choice!! Yeah, and you'd probably get some really nice, expensive digs out of the deal!

13. Its always funny to see Jason take the hammer to Freddy XD I agree.

Thank you for your answers!!! They're were great! Also thank you for the opportunity to give my answers, too! ^^ They're below if you're interested ^^

I'm eating that popsicle normally. I canNOT bite cold things, or hot things, or wood- My teeth are SO SENSITIVE!! If he has a reaction, oh well that sounds like a him problem and he can deal with it.

I'm sure I can find someone for her...

I kinda wanna meet Aubrey II!! 😅😅😅 So yeah, I'll go! Bubba can stay inside and have a tea. But I'm gonna see if I can, like, drop some food down from above somehow.

Couch!! Patrick is scary. Bring all your blankets and pillows and books for the fort. Also chocolate- we'll need rations.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this one was hard!! I think I have to go with Jason and Michael too, though! I'd rather be manhandled to death (What? Look me in the eyes and tell you that some of those gifs of Michael holding women against walls with knives and yanking them around doesn't do something to you. Look me directly in the eye- ) then whatever that dreaded big red button does... God forbid.

Drayton!~ I love Drayton ^^ And I'm very good at listening. And-

... no no no- No. No. NO

7. Like I said, I'm with you here.

8. ... *sigh* I'm probably gonna get concussed. Bring on the table!

9. Favourite Slasher? Freddy. Favourite Non-Slasher? Probably Aubrey II now!

... I would love to see this fight XD And I would probably try to save Aubrey II. Like you said- Slashers have a knack for comin back.

10. If Freddy can help me I'm going to him. That way- if it all goes south still and Pam finds out anyway- I'm not going down alone. I am taking him with me. Ha

11. Oh dear god. ... truth...

12. Oh!! Oh! This is hard. I... hmmmm... I'm gonna go with Jerry. He might be nicer to me 😅😅 And he does have a good sense of style.

13. Oof... the thought of real Chucky being oh so confused and wondering why the hell Tiffany is throwing shit at him again is hilarious... But yeah, option B. I'd rather get Freddy chucked out a window then cause a divorce.

[capnhanbers]

Yay new chapter!!! I really like this one too, especially the flowey part. Love that duo of babysitter awkwardness! Honestly can't wait to see what's in store for the next chapter, cus whoo boy. I feel something is cooking there haha. In relation to The Hustle Never Stops, I actually did take a break as you said haha. Working on short stories before I go back to it. BUT! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and the cliffhanger that ended with it. That last scene put a massive whoozy in me. The whole thing took longer than I expected. Hope you have a great and FANTASTIC SPECTACULAR AMAZING SUPERB DAY!!!! Congrats on getting that chapter done, and the many more!!! Keep going at your own pace, you're getting closer and closer to what you want to achieve!

something is always cooking in!

Mod's Kitchen!!!!! Nightmare!!!!

YES breaks are good gotta refuel the tanks!! i haven't read it yet, i got really busy right when it came out and lost time/energy to read, but as soon as i do i'm gonna leave a gushing comment, mark my words 👍 and THANK YOUUU we're fucking! gettin there!

[holyholyholey]

So gurl,

My wife has been frustrated recently with getting and maintaining erections. It's been making her sad, and I fear contributing to dysphoria.

Here's the thing though, I don't care if she has a boner. I know because she's said so, that she's still interested in sex and wants to do stuff. Due to my own issues, I don't necessarily always want to use my body as a hole for use and also can't be the main focus of that activity (I may not be a christian lady but it's not ladylike of a Christian woman)

I have mentioned gettin at them inguinals before to my wife because I think she would genuinely like it, though I can understand that there's hesitations about that.

She's enjoyed strapons in the past (being both the user and the used). My girl is real sensitive to touch as well. Likes a vibrator on the nerves between the peen and the asshole too.

So it was bothering me a lot since she's expressed doubts about her sexual worth because of this issue.

I find her sexy, her flaccid friend is also sexy. I want her to know that.

So previous harnesses we've used have been a janky elastic one I made with no pattern and underwear with holes cut into it.

I decided yesterday to make her a new harness with some features for things she has maybe kinda mentions in the past.

Step one: Grab a thong that fits the both of you and measure the thong strap portion from where the thong meets the waistband to where the thong would meet with the mid to front crotch.

Step two: Sew a ring on one end of the elastic with about a quarter inch left of original elastic at the end you sewed.

Note: To sew rings on, cut shorter bands of elastic and loop around the ring and sew the ends of the loop to where you're sewing.

Step three: Sew on waist band, measure size with sample underwear. Put seam of waistband where it meets the ass side of the thong. Make sure the ring is facing the inside of the thong

Step four: Front crotch time! Measure the remaining portion of the sample underwear along the crotch. Cut two sections of elastic in this size. Make a sandwich with the ring side of the thong, so, front crotch-thong-front crotch. Sew the sandwich securely.

Step five: Sew another sandwich to the front middle of waistband.

Cool! Now you have an elastic thong that has a ring to hold a dildo in your asshole/vagina. Stop there if that's what you want, I am making mine more of a partner experience.

the partner experience part

I'm sewing permanent rings on because I van always change it later and also I have no idea where I put my snaps and buckles after reorganizing.

Step one: Bigger ring first. Cut two longer straps of elastic. Loop one around the ring anf attach to the front middle in the inside of the thong. Sew second loop onto lower side of front crotch part, leave an end that can loop around the smaller ring.

Step two: Smaller ring. Use that extra part of the big ring loop and sew a loop around the small ring. If you haven't yet, attach that double loop ring holder to the front crotch. Then sew loop on the other side of the smaller ring.

CONGRATS

You hopefully have a strap on that looks funky and like the photos below

Anyways.

I made this and packaged it in a coffin box with a skeleton on it. I made a sticker of an eggplant and put it on the crotch of the skeleton. I made three more stickers, one says "I've got a bone to pick" and is on the top under the skeletons feet.

The other two on the side say "no organic bones required"

So then I wrote the weirdest card. It was like hey I find ALL of you sexy, regardless of erectile status.

I picked her up from work with the gift and she opened it in the parking lot and then on the way home we talked about how she had been feeling in regards to this. I hope it was a good convo and I hope she is willing to explore this with me because I want her to be happy and confident in all regards.

[angie-long-legs]

My family is super homophobic and my friends aren't, but I haven't come out of the closet yet, and since we're confessing stuff to you now, here's a play by play of what just happened.

My friend was over. We met 4 months ago and we've only hang out, like 9 times, because I was away for a two of the four months, but we've been texting every day, and I've been hopelessly in love with her since meeting 1. For the part three days, she'd swing by my place every evening. She's an athlete so she goes out for runs and comes by my place after.

Today we were roughhousing a bit, playfight and all. I had put a brain rot vid on YouTube and age was trying to snatch the phone from my hand to take it off, bc it was truly horrifying and I was putting up a fight because it was fun. She was laying on the mattress on her stomach and I was sitting on her back (I didn't put my full weight on her dw) and she was trying to turn around to be able to snatch the phone.

She couldn't, so instead he used her incredibly attractive sexy athletic muscles and she did a push up with me on top of her which was mad impressive and then she did some WWE shit and I ended up flat on my back, with her back on my chest and we were giggling and she leaned back to look at me and went "can I kiss you?"

And I barely had enough time to say yes before she went for it and kissed for 4 to 5 seconds and then she pulled back, but she was still on me, and she stayed there. We were both shaking af and we cuddled there for 20 minutes, cracking jokes to ease the tension before moving on to the serious part of the conversation.

We've been playfully flirting and calling each other pet names for all the time we've been texting, as well as joking about getting married and stuff, but I didn't know of the signs I was sending were clear enough, and I didn't know of the sign she was sending were actual signs or if I was being delusional, but long story short, we're gf's now!!

Angel wasn't sure exactly what he was doing that was prompting strangers to confess to him, but he listened intently all the same. An inadvertant smile pulled at his lips as he listened to this sappy tale. It had been a long time since he had been that person, cracking open the closet door to find his footing in queer relationships, but he knew the feeling profoundly - those experiences, both the good and the bad, shaped him into who he was today. This, combined with his own homophobic upbringing, sparked a swell of connection to this stranger.

"Hey, congrats on baggin' a hot athlete!" he grinned, a little softer than his usual brash manner of speaking. "Nice ta hear about us queer folks gettin' a happy endin'. But, hey: next time yer muscle mommy is lyin' on top of ya, I hope yer doin' more than just kissin'!"

[zeroiii]

what is 999

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okay okay okay okay im not gonna spoil ANYTHING ur not gettin no spoils but unless u already filtered out 999 spoilers and ze spoilers as tags ud see em anyways. if u wahna know more just ask me pls dont look on the wiki pls its so full of spoilers. the whole game is a spoiler and i know that usually makes games worsebbut it makes it so so good i promise its especially the best when u replay it a second time and catch all the cool detailsm

okay so the full title is. ZERO ESCAPE: 9 HOURS, 9 PERSONS, 9 DOORS. aka usually abbreviated to 999. its a visual novel game that was released in 2009 for nintendo ds it is a masterpiece it is probably the best game to ever ever ever ever and my favorite zero escape game is zero escape: virtue's last reward. VLR. 999 AND VLR are both listed on steam as ZERO ESCAPE: THE NONARY GAMES. 999 is the very rirst game in th3 series!

The main character in 999 is a pathetic college guy name junpei. his last name is redacted and that is for a REASON. he is basically just a guy and he dressed like the kid from the back to the future. marty mcfly right.

anyways he gets kidnapped and wakes up in a room that quickly begins filling with water. congrats! you have nine hours! ofc it isnt measured by real time its got its own plot devices for moving the time along.

junpei along with seven other people (it was eight...) have to find the door with the number 9 on it and escape before the nine hours is up, or they will all die

i think 999 is the tamest when it comes to showing brutal gory deaths. ZTD (zero time dilemma) is the harshest imo. like youll see blood but i think its the most tasteful.

perfect for people who like multiple timeline games with lots of endings and game overs! and the benefit of the steam version besides the voice acting (sorry everyone i like the voices) is that u dont have to literally replay EVERYTHING. u can and i think u should but u can just go back to the last fork and choose the other option if u want. i think the ending is better executed in the ds version tho, just by visuals alone.

ummm so yeah XP loooove u sorry i just eeee tail wags and i smile real big as i try to not just scream for real with how excited i am